PART 4
“Mom… why did you never tell me about my father?”
The question stayed between us.
Neither of us spoke.
The restaurant was completely silent.
Even the old wall clock seemed to have stopped ticking.
Maria Luisa was standing in front of me, holding the black box that Kang Jun had left behind.
Her eyes were full of tears.
But she wasn’t crying.
She was waiting.
Waiting for an answer.
I lowered my eyes.
For twelve years, I had told myself that I had protected my daughter by keeping certain things from her.
Now I realized something terrible.
Sometimes a secret doesn’t disappear because you hide it.
It simply waits.
And when it finally comes out…
it doesn’t come out alone.
It brings every other secret with it.
“Maria…”
“Please, Mom.”
Her voice was quiet.
“Don’t lie to me.”
I closed my eyes.
Then I said the words I had been afraid to say for more than thirty years.
“Your father didn’t die.”
Maria Luisa froze.
“What?”
I looked at her.
“Your father is alive.”
The color disappeared from her face.
“You told me he was dead.”
“I know.”
“You said he died before I was born.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
My lips trembled.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
I couldn’t answer.
Not yet.
Because there was something else.
Something I had buried so deeply that even I had convinced myself it was better forgotten.
I looked at the black box in her hands.
“Let’s go home.”
We closed the restaurant early.
Daniel Park followed us in his car.
The old house was only a short distance away.
I hadn’t been back there since we sold it.
The new owner had moved away months earlier.
According to the neighbor, the house had been empty.
That was the only reason we were able to enter.
When I stood outside the old gate, my hands began shaking.
Maria Luisa noticed.
“Mom?”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
I smiled weakly.
“Some houses remember things.”
She didn’t understand.
But I did.
The moment I stepped inside, memories came rushing back.
Maria as a little girl.
Running through the hallway.
Falling asleep on the sofa.
Calling me from the kitchen.
Her first school uniform.
Her first birthday after her father disappeared.
The night she asked me:
“Mom, where is Daddy?”
I had knelt in front of her.
I had held her face in my hands.
And I had lied.
“He’s gone.”
I never said dead.
I never said abandoned.
I only said:
“He’s gone.”
But Maria was five years old.
To a child, those words meant the same thing.
The house smelled old.
Dust covered the furniture.
The curtains were yellow from years of sunlight.
Maria walked slowly through the hallway.
“I remember this.”
“You were very young.”
“I remember the kitchen.”
She smiled faintly.
“And that window.”
She pointed.
“That’s where you used to sit when Dad came home.”
My heart stopped.
She looked at me.
“You remember him?”
“No.”
“Then how do you remember that?”
She frowned.
“I don’t know.”
Daniel remained near the doorway.
He didn’t interfere.
Maria walked toward the old bedroom.
I followed.
She stopped at the door.
“Is this where you kept my things?”
“Yes.”
She opened it.
The room was almost empty.
But in the corner was an old wooden cabinet.
I hadn’t seen it in years.
Maria walked toward it.
“What’s inside?”
“Nothing important.”
She turned around.
“Mom.”
I knew that tone.
I sighed.
“Old documents.”
“About Dad?”
I didn’t answer.
She opened the cabinet.
There were old clothes.
School notebooks.
Photographs.
Birth certificates.
Medical records.
And at the very bottom…
a small wooden box.
Maria pulled it out.
She looked at me.
“Mom.”
I couldn’t speak.
She opened the box.
Inside was a single key.
A tiny brass key.
Maria slowly picked it up.
Then she looked at the black box from Kang Jun.
The lock was exactly the same size.
She inserted the key.
It clicked.
The lid opened.
Inside was a photograph.
A passport.
And a folded letter.
Maria reached for the photograph first.
She looked at it.
Then her face changed.
“Mom…”
“What?”
She turned it toward me.
I didn’t need to see it.
I already knew.
It was a photograph of her father.
Standing beside Kang Jun.
Both men were young.
And behind them was a building.
A large Korean building.
Maria stared at the picture.
“Why was Dad with him?”
I couldn’t answer.
She unfolded the letter.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
Her father’s handwriting.
She read the first line.
Then stopped.
“What?”
I took the letter.
My hands were shaking.
It said:
Teresa, if you’re reading this, something has happened to me.
I stopped breathing.
Maria whispered:
“Keep reading.”
I continued.
I know you will hate me for leaving.
My eyes filled with tears.
But if I stay, they will find you.
Maria looked at me.
“Who?”
I kept reading.
I never wanted Maria to know the truth. I wanted her to have an ordinary life.
Then came the sentence that destroyed everything I thought I knew.
Kang Jun knows who I am.
Maria grabbed my arm.
“Mom.”
I looked at her.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
She took the letter from my hands.
She continued reading.
Then her face became pale.
The next sentence said:
If Kang Jun ever comes into Maria’s life, do not let her trust him.
Maria stepped backward.
“But he already knew Dad.”
I nodded.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“Mom!”
“I don’t know!”
My voice broke.
Maria turned away.
She walked to the window.
For a long time, she said nothing.
Then:
“All these years…”
She touched the photograph.
“You knew something.”
“I knew your father disappeared.”
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
She turned.
“You knew Kang Jun.”
“No.”
“Then how did Dad know him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why did you hide this?”
“Because your father told me to.”
She froze.
“He told you?”
“Before he disappeared.”
“Where did he go?”
I looked at the floor.
“I don’t know.”
“You said he left to protect us.”
“He did.”
“From whom?”
I couldn’t answer.
Maria began crying.
“Mom, you sent me to Korea without knowing who Kang Jun was?”
“I didn’t send you.”
“You accepted it.”
“I thought he would protect you.”
“You thought?”
Her voice broke.
“You thought?”
I lowered my head.
“I was wrong.”
Daniel finally stepped forward.
“There’s something you both need to know.”
Maria looked at him.
“What?”
He pointed to the photograph.
“That building.”
“What about it?”
“It belonged to Kang Jun’s company.”
Maria stared at him.
“How do you know?”
“Because I worked there.”
I looked at Daniel.
“You worked for Kang Jun?”
He nodded.
“For seven years.”
Maria wiped her tears.
“Then tell me everything.”
Daniel hesitated.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because some things were never written down.”
“What things?”
He looked toward the photograph.
“People disappeared.”
The room became silent.
Maria whispered:
“Who?”
“Employees.”
“Why?”
“Some left voluntarily.”
“And the others?”
Daniel looked at her.
“They didn’t.”
A chill ran through me.
“What does that have to do with me?”
Daniel didn’t answer.
Instead, he pulled another photograph from his coat.
He placed it on the table.
It showed a group of people standing outside the same building.
There were perhaps fifteen people.
I recognized Kang Jun.
I recognized Maria’s father.
And then…
I saw someone else.
My hand covered my mouth.
“That’s impossible.”
Maria looked at the photograph.
“Who is that?”
I couldn’t speak.
Daniel answered.
“Her father wasn’t the only person from the Philippines who worked for Kang Jun.”
Maria looked at me.
“Who is that woman?”
I stared at the photograph.
My knees became weak.
Because I knew her.
She had been my closest friend.
For almost twenty years.
Her name was Elena.
And Elena had supposedly died in a car accident eleven years ago.
“Mom?”
I couldn’t hear Maria.
My mind had gone somewhere else.
Elena.
Her funeral.
The closed coffin.
The phone call I received.
The flowers.
The priest.
Everything.
But now she was standing in an old photograph in Korea.
Alive.
Smiling.
Standing beside my husband.
And Kang Jun.
“Mom!”
Maria grabbed my shoulder.
I finally looked at her.
“Elena was there.”
“Who is Elena?”
“My best friend.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because she died.”
Daniel shook his head.
“No.”
He looked at me.
“She didn’t.”
I felt the room spinning.
“Then who died?”
Daniel lowered his voice.
“We never found a body.”
Maria stared at him.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that the woman you buried…”
He paused.
“…may not have been Elena.”
My heart stopped.
That night, we didn’t sleep.
Daniel stayed with us until midnight.
He explained what little he knew.
Kang Jun had operated several businesses.
Some legitimate.
Some hidden behind other companies.
Maria’s father had worked with him years before Maria was born.
But something happened.
A disagreement.
Money.
Documents.
A missing account.
Then Maria’s father disappeared.
Years later, Kang Jun appeared in Maria’s life.
At first, Daniel said, he believed it was coincidence.
But it wasn’t.
Kang Jun had known exactly who Maria was.
He had known her father’s name.
He had known where she lived.
He had known about me.
And most disturbing of all…
he had known about Elena.
“Why?” Maria asked.
Daniel looked at her.
“We don’t know.”
“Then why did he keep me for twelve years?”
Daniel hesitated.
“Because he needed you.”
“For what?”
“We don’t know.”
Maria slammed her hand on the table.
“Everyone keeps saying they don’t know!”
She began crying.
“I lost twelve years of my life!”
Daniel looked down.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t need apologies!”
She stood.
“I need the truth.”
Daniel slowly reached into his bag.
“There is one more thing.”
He placed a USB drive on the table.
“Kang Jun left this.”
Maria stared at it.
“What is it?”
“Security footage.”
“From where?”
“The house in Korea.”
My heart tightened.
“The house?”
Daniel nodded.
“The day you arrived.”
Maria went completely still.
“You’re saying there were cameras?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“Because Kang Jun knew you would eventually go there.”
She stared at the USB.
“Why would he know?”
Daniel looked at me.
“Because he expected you to come.”
I felt a chill.
“Twelve years ago?”
“No.”
Daniel shook his head.
“Long before that.”
We watched the footage on an old laptop.
The video was grainy.
Black and white.
A hallway.
The house in Korea.
Maria appeared on screen.
She was younger.
She was walking beside Kang Jun.
He was speaking to her.
Then the footage changed.
Another date.
Another year.
Another room.
Maria again.
Then another.
And another.
Twelve years of footage.
I couldn’t breathe.
Why had he recorded everything?
Maria covered her mouth.
“Turn it off.”
Daniel didn’t.
The footage continued.
Then suddenly…
Kang Jun appeared alone.
He was sitting at a desk.
He looked directly into the camera.
And began speaking.
Not to Maria.
Not to Daniel.
To whoever would eventually watch the recording.
The audio was faint.
But clear enough.
“If you’re watching this…”
He paused.
“…Maria is no longer under my protection.”
Maria stared at the screen.
Kang Jun continued.
“That means I’m dead.”
The room became silent.
He leaned closer.
“There are things Maria doesn’t know.”
He looked exhausted.
“I couldn’t tell her because if she knew, she would try to leave.”
Maria whispered:
“Why?”
Kang Jun continued.
“Her father didn’t disappear.”
I looked at Maria.
She stopped breathing.
Kang Jun said:
“He was taken.”
Maria’s eyes widened.
“By whom?”
The video flickered.
Kang Jun looked toward the door.
Then back at the camera.
“The people who took him…”
He paused.
“…are still looking for his daughter.”
The screen went black.
Maria screamed:
“Stop!”
Daniel froze the video.
Nobody spoke.
Then we heard something outside.
A loud knock.
Three times.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
We looked at each other.
Daniel stood.
“Stay here.”
He walked toward the front door.
Another knock.
Knock.
Maria grabbed my hand.
“Mom.”
“What?”
“I think they found us.”
Daniel looked through the window.
His face changed.
He stepped backward.
“What?”
He didn’t answer.
He slowly turned toward us.
“There are two cars outside.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
Maria’s phone suddenly rang.
She looked at the screen.
Unknown number.
She didn’t answer.
It stopped.
Then immediately rang again.
This time, a message appeared.
Just five words.
YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN KOREA.
Maria dropped the phone.
I felt my entire body go cold.
Daniel looked at the message.
Then at us.
“We have to leave.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere but here.”
“Why?”
He pointed toward the window.
One of the cars outside had started moving.
Slowly.
It stopped directly in front of the house.
The headlights turned off.
A door opened.
Someone stepped out.
Maria looked through the curtain.
Then she whispered:
“Mom…”
“What?”
“I know him.”
“Who?”
She didn’t answer.
She backed away from the window.
Her face was completely white.
“Maria?”
She looked at me.
“He was at the restaurant.”
I remembered the man in the dark suit.
Daniel Park.
But Maria shook her head.
“No.”
She pointed outside.
“The other man.”
I stared at her.
“What other man?”
She whispered:
“The man who used to come to Kang Jun’s house.”
My heart stopped.
“Who was he?”
Maria looked at me.
Then she said something that made everything worse.
“He was the man Kang Jun was afraid of.”
And at that exact moment…
the front door began to open.
Slowly.
From the outside.
We had locked it.
But someone had a key.
Daniel reached for the door.
“Don’t move.”
The door opened another inch.
Then another.
A man’s voice came from the darkness.
“Maria Luisa.”
She grabbed my hand.
The voice continued:
“Your father wants to see you.”
I couldn’t breathe.
Maria looked at me.
Her lips trembled.
“Mom…”
Then the man said the words none of us were prepared to hear:
“He’s been waiting for you for twelve years.”
And somewhere outside in the darkness…
a second car started its engine…..
